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Henry heard their voices in the dining room, but he couldn’t face any of them. He’d done his best to be strong. To be there for his mom and brother, but reading his father’s words he knew he hadn’t done as well as he’d hoped.
Emotion choked him, threatening to break him. He couldn’t do it any longer. His dad and Cynthia. It was too much. He tried to push it all away, but he couldn’t any longer. He was broken.
And it f*****g hurt.
A knock on the door had him clearing his throat, but the frog stuck in there wasn’t going anywhere.
“What?” he shouted, not wanting to talk to anyone.
“I’m coming in,” his mom said, testing the knob as she spoke.
The door opened for her since Henry didn’t have the forethought to lock it.
“I want to be alone, Ma.”
“No you don’t,” she argued. “No one wan
